Aversion Therapy

Finally a mover who returns calls! Whooppee! We've arranged to get the stuff we're sending to Vancouver moved, even though it will have to live with Ian for a week before the mover picks it up.

The landlord, bless him, has agreed (for a price) to get the carpets cleaned after we are out, so I don't have to worry with that. He's a funny guy, early 40s, very dapper and with Bollywood good looks. He seems to have realized that the suite is in high demand, and between yesterday and today I noted that the price he's quoting lookers has gone up by $100.00 a month. He's now jumped it $300 a month more than we have paid the past year. I'm glad we're not staying!

Tony and I patted the wolves down by hanging the full-length mirror and installing the light above the sink, so we are down to a few jobs inside. We might have done a couple more things, but we couldn't figure out how to get the grinder off the drill.

The major job of the day will be to buy carpet. I went to the only carpet shop in this end of town and all they carry are samples. I have no time left to order stuff and wait for it. Guess Ian and I will have to go to the big carpet warehouse all the way across town tonight. My longing for material goods is rapidly diminishing through the aversion therapy called shopping.